As I return Saturday evening after being gone about five hours I found Beca sitting on the couch nude watching tv.  Empty wine coolers, shot glasses and a mixed drink glass provided evidence of how well she had dealt with being alone.  She was mixing vodka, rum, tequila and coke into a 12 ounce glass with ice when I walked in.  Her motions were already impaired and she wasangry.

“Where have you been, I needed you.  Ally is gone for the night and I expected you here.  Do you know how hard it has been not to do it with myself. Ally made me promise when she let me be your main Chastity Mistress that I would get all my sex from you, my chastity slave.  If I failed, she would know and I would be cut off.  She said we had to become co-dependent to play this game right and for you to stay enslaved.”

“You can’t do it with me three or four times a day and then leave me here cold turkey.  I needed you and I know that you need me unless you have found someone else.  Look at me, you have made me get drunk.  I don’t deserve this.  We have an agreement to take care of each other.  Every day since that day at the coffee pot we have the hots for each other.  We need each other.   Please, as I sip this drink, I want you on your knees being my chastity slave.  I don’t want you to leave me like this ever again.”

There was so much that I needed to address with what she had just said.  She had in her head a different type of relationship than I had.  I liked her, maybe even loved her a little, but I was not committed to her.  I was driven by my lust and she was beautiful and sexy.  I even recognized that I was desperate for sex and she was desperate to be wanted and ultimately to be loved.  The forces pulling us together were powerful and maybe irresistible.  Much needed to be said.  But, I also have a rule that I do not discuss or negotiate with a drunk person.  It is a waste of time and she was very drunk; it was the second time I had seen her in this condition and I knew she would have no inhibitions. As I stood there trying to figure out my next move, she turned toward me, her legs open, using her full sexual powers to pull me in and not doubting it would work.  I was trying to find words to say “no” as the cage tightened.  A feeling of helplessness came over me as hormones surged through my body.  Beca’s need was obvious in the tone of her voice and how tight the cage had become.

Walking away from the house half mad and incredibly turned on, I found it hard to walk.  My legs were all tense and squirrely and the cage was pulling on my sore balls.  Weeks  the cage pulling on my balls had made them tender and swollen.  I vowed to quit being turned on so easily but I knew the reality was that every random thought about women now turned me on.  I was still dribbling into my shorts (no underwear per the rules).  I had wanted to go change my shorts,  but they had told me it was not allowed; I was mad at myself for becoming the person that obeyed them completely.  I realized as I walked that I was so desperate to get out of the cage that I was terrified of displeasing them, especially Ally who was still clearly in charge.  I was also concerned that Ally seemed to really be losing it; if I understood her right she had two other men wanting and demanding to give her oral sex that were in cages.  She implied that she had more in the pipeline; she had chosen to tease many men with her skirt game which had the side effect of keeping her turned on all the time. She had definitely loss weight and there was black under her eyes.  Beca on the other hand was solely focused on me keeping her in orgasm heaven.  I walked down the road physically aroused and emotionally dejected.  I had to get control of myself and then this game. The fresh air and the walk did help me calm down.  I was barely throbbing by the time I reached the Blue Crab; a cold beer sounded great.

I reached the bar a little before 4 o'clock in the afternoon on Saturday; the bar was completely dead. I recognized her right away but I didn't know if she remembered me , but a slow small half smile on her face told me she did as she asked for my order.  After she brought me a cold Bud,  I started to say I'm sorry about what happened, but she was saying exactly the same thing at the same time. We both had a good laugh and then started over.

“I'm sorry I was so intense with you and scared you away.”

“Please, you have to make it where I have a chance.  I don’t mind struggling, but this constant throbbing when I am around you two is unbearable.  It is not fair how sexy and beautiful you two are and how you use your sexuality to control me.  Please, 24/7 all I can think about is getting off.  My brain just goes around in a circle going from how great your asses look, to me wanting to go down on you, to fucking you, to driving off into the sunset to stop this game. I go from being turned on a little, to a lot, to being miserable with an aching in my balls to wanting to push my groin against everything to stop the nervous tension inside of me, and then I am back to thinking about your asses, or your indecently short skirts, Ally.  Or Beca, the way I make you pass out with what looks like electric shocks going through you when I go down on you.  You both use your fabulous bodies and my desperate condition to control me and use me to satisfy your need for sex and to be worshiped.  And you both have a sadistic need for me to grovel for sex at your feet to the point I am begging for my freedom and begging to go down on you at the same time.  You both love that I am in this helpless position, and you are even grinning to each other, because you know even as I beg you two to have mercy, you have me so turned on I want nothing more than to go down on you two devils.”

“Please, you two know this has gone too far.  Beca, you want sex all the time and several hours every day. This is just not real, we are addicted.  We are more into it every day, like we have no choice.  Beca, you can’t get enough, and I can’t get enough of you.  You want me going down on you on every surface in this house.  And Ally, you are so exhausted from sex with me and now Teddy and Rob that you fall asleep fifteen minutes after I go down on you, but then want me to stay there and cuddle with you.  You are obsessed with keeping me on the edge.  And you keep yourself on the edge with the skirt game.  I have no idea how many times a day you have some guy turned on and are fighting him off.  How many men want you? You are aroused as much as I am.  This is like what crazy people do. We are crazy people.  We are literally killing ourselves.  We have to back off, turn this game down to something we can enjoy.”

“Okay, Beca says you passed out after about an hour and she couldn’t wake you.  Neither could I later.  We decided you were exhausted and decided to give you the night off and delay our talk until now.  Do you want to get some clothes on and come down to breakfast?  It’s nearly 10 am, would you care for an omelet?”

I nodded and gathered myself.  I compared their butts as they left the room.  I tried not to pass judgment since my lust and my emotions both seemed non-functional these days.  If I had been judging, the grades would have been A and A+.   I decided I would shower after breakfast.  I had shorts and a t-shirt on and was sipping coffee ten minutes later.   I sipped my coffee as the two women bantered back and forth over nothing. Ally told me later that this is the closest she had felt to her sister since childhood.  Sharing a man, even more, a chastity slave, seemed to be the ticket for success, I guess.

Ally let me finish breakfast before she brought up the subject of me getting free of the cage.  I noticed in passing that I was still not hard and I was barely aware the cage existed as she started talking:

“Beca and I have been talking and we think it is time to come up with a firm plan to give you an opportunity to earn your freedom from the cage.  I have to get some equipment, like cuffs and chains, to be able to execute the plan but at the latest, next Saturday, we will give you a chance to earn your freedom after five weeks of being in the chastity cage.

“Actually, I went in on a Tuesday, so next Saturday will be close to six weeks, plus I didn’t do anything since the prior Sunday, so it is one day short of being seven weeks since I got off.”

“So do you want to say seven weeks is doable moving forward, in case you fail your test on Saturday?”

I realized the trap I was setting for myself so I shut up and listened.  Realizing I had no power in the situation and that both women were enjoying creating an impossible hurdle for my freedom, I felt the cage tightening.  I had given up my power to control my manhood and as they took joy in controlling it, Happy responded to them not me.  Weird, I mused.

“Remember that game we played once, Robert, where you tried to fuck me and bring me to orgasm without coming yourself?”

“Yeah, I remember, I once brought you to three orgasms without coming, but I was never able to bring you to four orgasms without coming myself.”

“Well, my memory is you usually came with me the first time I came.  Twice you were able to make it through the first orgasm and come with me when I came the second time.  Once you were able to make me come two times and came with me on the third.   You were never able to go any further.”

“I think I made you come three times once and then I pulled out and didn’t come. I am sure I could have done better.”

“Robert, hi.”

“Hi.  What’s up?”

“I thought I would give you a heads up.  I talked with Beca about last night.”

“And?”

“She is like a high school kid with her first love.  She thinks that was her best sexual experience in her life.  She never came as much or as hard or as often, etc.  She thinks she is in love, she wants to know how often she can see you. She wanted to make sure I was still cool with you two enjoying each other. She wants to go to bed with you and never get out.  And on and on.  I may have to reevaluate how wonderful you are.”

“Wow.  We had a good time, but it sounds like it was something very special for her.  Good.”

“How was it for you?”

“She just didn’t want to stop.  And she seems like she can come forever.  And she just kept wanting me to keep going.  And she got me so worked up, it was like I was insane. She kept me going long after I wanted to stop and even past what I thought would be possible.  I’ve never seen someone with such an appetite; no offense to you.”

“No offense taken.  Remember, it has been a few years since she had sex with a man.  She said she had to revive you a few times.  Here is something you should know.  She said you made her feel like the sexiest woman in the world.  She loved what she could do to you.  She had a strange way of talking about it.  She said her sex was so powerful that she could knock you out where you were barely conscious and mumbling and unable to even raise your head.  And then she said she would revive you by making out with you and then knock you out again.  Maybe she drank too much, or you are Jesus Christ reborn.  She was a little bit dramatic about her abilities, I think.”

“Wow.  What she said is not a complete exaggeration.  She pushed me until I couldn’t go anymore and I hardly knew what was happening. It was very good and bad at the same time.”

“How so?”

“I have never been so turned on to be honest.  And worked up, but completely out of it. Past the usual shaky and trembling.  I wasn’t there.  I am still struggling and foggy and have jitters from being turned on with no way to come down.  I’m still not okay.”

“Sounds like we are making progress on seeing what the ultimate effect of chastity is on you. Sounds like she is your kryptonite.  I look forward to helping her to keep you jacked up.  Aren’t you lucky to have two beautiful women in the same house sharing you?  Have fun, I won’t be home until 7 or 8 pm.  I have a new red, very revealing dress I want to show to Rob. Tease him a little while we have some drinks, maybe some food.  I want to get to know him and see what kind of potential he has.  Take good care of sis for me. Leave a couple of hours open for me, I am sure teasing Rob is going to get me going.  I am counting on you to get rid of all my sexual tensions. This is some game you have created. By the way, Teddy has put the money down to buy an expensive cage like yours with the condition I spend one night in bed with him.  I agreed with the condition that he stays in his present cage for another month.  That will bring him to six weeks.  I am amazed what you guys will agree to for sex.  It’s insane. I am having more fun everyday.”

“Come over here, Robert, and let’s see if we can get Beca upstairs. She looks like she has passed out.” I helped roll Beca onto her back and she failed to wake up.

“Never mind, we are just going to leave her here. Come over to the couch, Robert. Instead of going to the bedroom, I am just going to have you take care of me here, Robert. Get on your knees, I will sit on the love seat. Slide the coffee table back so it won’t get in your way. Teddy and I got kicked out of the Applebee’s but at least we didn’t get arrested. Go on, get started. I need something that is a little saner than what I have been through for the last couple of hours. Teddy kept putting his hand under my skirt right there in the restaurant with me in the aisle seat. Oh yeah, he had them move us to a booth in the corner but instead of giving me the seat against the wall, he gave me the aisle seat again. I’ve never seen that macho control freak I saw tonight. I’m starting to worry that him being in the cage for a week is what is bring out this side of him.”

“Four guys across the aisle kept looking at my legs and up my skirt. I needed to pull my skirt down an inch or so and Teddy wouldn’t help me even though I nearly begged him. Letting him cuff me in a restaurant turned out to be more of a risk than I imagined.  Instead, when no one was around except for those guys, he put his finger in me. Keeping my own composure was hard enough when I came, but Teddy wanted to make out and had his hands all over me.  He completely lost the idea of doing something discreetly.

Faster Robert. Listen and lick, faster, please.

And once I started coming, he just got more and more beside himself. I have never been pushed from one orgasm to another in a public place like that. I couldn’t get control of my own body,  I couldn’t get him to stop and I just completely lost control of the whole situation. At one point he had his leg pinning my legs apart, he had his fingers in me and his thumb working my clit.

“Oh god, I love what my story is doing to you. I love how hard you are breathing.”

In-between coming, I was just asking him to just cover over up his hand with my skirt.  I bruised my wrists trying to twist around and reach my skirt with my cuffed hands. Luckily, the four guys helped the manager pull him off me.  It was a huge turn-on, but really scary losing control of someone I was teasing. I guess I got him too worked up in the car before we went inside. Lesson learned.

Ally’s car was not in its spot, which was not abnormal, but I was hoping she would be home before me. I went through the back gate to go into our back door into the kitchen. A little to my surprise, Beca was out in our backyard on a blanket sunning. She was laying face down, facing away from our deck and me.  She was topless and I noted the untanned line where her top normally covered seemed to be turning red. Her butt cheeks looked like two small mounds rising above a fresh cut lawn.  I walked over to her, and she took ear plugs out of her ears but was careful to keep her breasts buried in the blanket; probably to avoid arousing me. I found her body to be exquisite. Muscle definition was everywhere running under lightly tanned skin with only a very small part of it covered by the blue green strip of material marking the boundaries of her best feature, in my opinion, her slightly under tanned ass cheeks. I took my eyes away from her ass cheeks as the cage tightened slightly; she squinted up at me and the sun behind me.

“Hi, how are you?”

“Good, I thought I’d get some sun.”

My eyes tried to see more where her breasts merged into her blanket. “I see you are burning; do you want me to put some suntan lotion on your back?”

“I don’t think that is a good idea.” Her butt cheeks peered up at me again from underneath her blue green bikini bottoms. I concluded her ass was a ten at least. The Craving wanted me to slide my fingers under her bikini bottoms and grab her ass. I knew that would make Ally mad, so I said no. The Craving told me that Beca wanted me so that it would happen anyway in a little while.

“Okay, I’ll be inside if you change your mind.”

I went inside and changed into some shorts and a t-shirt. I was dribbling a little, so I put some Kleenex in my shorts to keep them from getting wet. I would pull out the Kleenex before Ally caught me. I looked out the bedroom window and saw Beca trying to put her top back on. I got my binoculars out that I use to watch birds in the spring and watched her.  Thinking she was alone, she sat up on her blanket and bared her breasts. She had pointy, dark nipples that turned upward. Her breasts stood up firm on their own, the skin stretched tight over some hidden treasure below the surface. I watched her stand up and straighten her bikini. She let her right-hand pass over her pussy and then just held her hand there for about 15 seconds pressing into her crotch. The Craving was making her horny.  She headed for the back door, I headed downstairs quickly.

I showed up about five minutes late to our weekly staff meeting. It was still at the bull shit part of the meeting with everyone talking about their weekend, so it was cool. There are about a dozen of us around a large oval table, mostly engineering leads and specialists; I am one of the specialists in industrial wastewater design. Sally was at the opposite end of the table; we made glancing eye contact. We are a large engineering company that will remain anonymous for this journal for obvious reasons. An upper-level manager that we should call George, popped in and said we had finally signed the contract to upgrade a wastewater treatment plant and we would be working with Conrad Construction (fake name). Holy shit ran through my brain drowning out the rest of what he said; Ally worked for Conrad. I came back to reality and realized he was talking to me and Sally “could you two come by my office after this meeting?” I said “sure,” I think.

Ally is an expeditor at her construction company. Her job is to go talk with other companies, suppliers, or whoever whenever there is a bottleneck in getting a job done and they need to get cooperation in solving a problem. She is very good at her job; she gets results. She has always been shameless about using her sexuality to get concessions from other companies in the male-dominated construction business. Men want to see her coming because she makes every man feel like he is so special he might get lucky. My theory why she had not been called out on her recent clothing upgrade (or downgrade?) was that her management liked the results she got (and she manipulated them too).  They left her alone to get results however she got them. Privileges of being a beautiful, smart woman. Had George already talked to Ally? Had he tried to look up her skirt? Did Ally play with him? Would he become one of her man toys? He would have no idea of her powers?  Would the Craving infect him?

I needed coffee and Ally would expect it, so I headed downstairs.  I was irritated with myself that I had not made coffee last night and put the timer on. As I made my way down the stairs, Happy was still throbbing hard from helping Ally relieve her stresses. I swore to myself that it had never been this bad before. The incessant throbbing made me insane. Since I had picked Beca up at the airport, then taken off to spend the evening with Sally, until I helped Ally get rid of her sexual tensions the night before and then again ten minutes ago, I had not really been able to get rid of almost constant hard-ons and the incessant throbbing of my penis. I wondered if even during my ninety minutes of sleep if they had stopped. I didn’t know if my shaky hands came from being turned on so long or just general exhaustion. It felt like the worst case of sexual jitters I had endured since this game started. My mind was wandering from Beca, to Betty, to Sally and to Ally. I imagined fucking each of them. I would tear my mind away from Ally and it would pop over to Beca or Betty. It felt like insanity to me, I wondered how much longer I could keep everyone from knowing I had lost control of my mind. Sexual stimulation was overwhelming me; my entire being was filled with desire on top of desire, until I couldn’t breathe or think because I was drowning in sexual tensions. The tensions in my body caused my hands to shake and made my steps down the stairs seem unsteady as if my legs themselves wanted to thrust my cock into someone instead of taking me down the stairs. My breathing was that fast, short breath that come as one starts to make love and finds the other person willing. I wondered how much longer I could hold it all together.

I was so desperate for an outlet for all the sexual energy that had built in me for more than three weeks. I guessed that I had been brought to the edge of release perhaps a hundred times. I felt helpless and unable to identify what my options were. Ally was clear, focused, sharp and happy. I was muddled, stressed, confused, and desperate. She used the phrase that she wanted me to suck all the sexual tensions and anxiety from her into me, and I knew exactly what she meant. I could see the sexual tensions building up in Ally with our game and her skirt game. She got shaky horny all the time now, but I could see it drain from her as I went down on her. But she was needing relief more often and longer each day. But after I took care of her, for awhile she was happy and stress free. But after taking care of her, the term sexual tension was inadequate to describe my condition anymore. It was more, it was an all-encompassing-sexual-craving. The craving had a life of its own, it was a being that now lived inside of me. It wanted to live and grow and inhabit others. It possessed me and I pictured it as a dark ethereal creature that needed wet pussies and hard cocks to survive. And it was contagious. It lived and flourished inside of me and was taking over all of my bodily functions and mental capabilities to feed itself, the Craving was real for me.

I knew thinking of this all-encompassing-sexual-craving as a being was insanity. So, I kept it to myself but I felt it moving inside of me as I walked down the stairs. I thought of how the creature was growing stronger in Ally and how more of it had to be sucked from her every day so she could function and yet she wouldn’t give up the skirt game which let the creature feed and grow in her more with every new male conquest of hers. The contagion had spread to Sally, grown to a fever pitch inside of her, and then I had harvested it from her to bring it back to the hive inside of me. Even Betty and Beca had been exposed to the contagion.  A small part of my brain was trying to hold on to reality, or reality as I used to know it, but more of it believed in the CRAVING.

“You are wicked and evil. I am glad I bring you pleasure, Princess Ally.”

“And you love how wicked I am. You don’t know it, but you love to suffer, and I am here to indulge you. We will have to figure out a way this is the new normal. I want you to come to me already wound up, even sexually exhausted, and I want to see if I can push you for another hour. I think it is the only way to truly know what it is to be a sexual slave. I want you coming to my bed your penis throbbing and your balls aching, and I want to make them worse. When I get through with you tonight, I want it to take you hours to settle down. My long-term goal is that I want those sexual jitters that come with being horny to be permanent and your penis throbbing to never really go away. I want your dick hard all the time in that cage. I want you to be so desperate to fuck all the time that you are on the verge of crying, and I want everyone around you to think you are losing your mind.  You are breathing harder just from my words. I love it. How does my vision for you sound, Robert, my love.”